Poem 3

It’s fine for once, to build a network and build a nest,

And have bare hands caressing my body in the moonlight

Those are your hands and that is my body

Rightfully mine and longingly yours to pamper and kiss and put spells around,

My eyes and my hands and the colors of patches of soul lying just above the elbows,

Behind the wings that I would have had,

If it wasn’t for you.